In the most colorful gray

In the midst of the fine line between the collapse and the most stable weighting, I have been perishing and coming back to life with every breath, the dense air that suffocated me is fading through my veins, the thoughts that made me sick have lost their meaning. I feel as if my body and spirit are finally gaining color, in the midst of infinite black and white. On the most solemn and dark night, my eyes could finally find the most vibrant and singular color that my soul reserved from my own self.